The Fabrick

A man appearing to be roughly in his early thirties enters the club with an apparent look of uncertainty and nervousness. He wears a black shirt with white patterns on them, blue jeans that are torn at the feet, black shoes with grey trim and a dark green hood jacket with large pockets both on the outside and in, he also wears a dark grey beanie on his head.
He has green eyes and is largely clean-shaved with only a few spots being a bit more hairy than others.

He slowly and quietly makes his way towards the counter were the barmaids are handing out drinks and conversing with the customers, looking around and trying to avoid any contact with other people as he does. When he finally arrives he stands by the counter with his hands held closely together without actually touching and waits until he can attract the attention from one of the barmaids and wave her over as discretely as he can.

Auspex 2:

The club is full. Really really full. Thankfully it doesn't seem like the bouncers are too hard on people entering, after all it's already quite late. It takes a few minutes for anyone to notice the man who entered. The barmaids are quite busy, even if it's late, students are still partying, and some older adults are here to try and have a one-night stand. After a while, one, a cute brunette with short hair does come over to the man to take his order. She's interrupted by Alicia Vandenstree who noticed her fellow kindred. The harpy approaches her "victim" from behind, takes him by the arm, and pulls him with her to the dance floor. She forces him to take her into his arms, and talks closer to him, allowing a certain privacy.
The Toreador wears a flower natural perfume, something close to a raspberry flavor. She seems more alive, certainly thanks to the blood. She's warm.
(Alicia) I know you don't take these kind of drinks.. Stay close to me, so we can talk. I thought you had died, what happened ?

The man lets out a small "waah" noise as the Toreador pulls him along, he is led with little problem to the dance floor and doesn't offer much resistance when she tries to wrap his arms around her, though he becomes increasingly nervous and makes small attempts to increase the distance if only somewhat.

The man begins speaking, though in a rather low tone.
Uhmm.. I um, want to speak with Mister Fonscolombe please.. Monsters everywhere.. Family gone..

The man seemingly loses the strength in his legs and falls to his knee in public, his eyes are teary and he keep his gaze down while mumbling about guilt and wrongdoings.

The Toreador lets a sigh out and grabs again her fellow kindred to make him stand up. She deploys some blood strength to be able to do so. She embraces him a bit tighter and even allows herself to caress his hair, kindly. She sounds even moved, humane, and genuinely worried.
(Alicia) Shh, sh. Calm down or you'll bleed all over the place. Fonscolombe isn't here, or at least I haven't seen him. The attack was hard on all of us, you're talking about your friends, aren't you ? I can help you out, I'm feeling generous.

As Alicia picks the man up, he assist by making the effort to stand himself.
As she begins comforting him he feels more at ease and returns the hug before he proceeds to speaking.

I'm so very sorry, I've had a terrible afternoon.
Monsters came and Terrance told us to help his friend, but then the monsters killed them!
They fought and fought but they died.. and I did nothing... Wait! I did do something; I ran away! I saw Marie die and then I ran away! Leon was still alive, but I didn't help him despite how much he had helped me.. I just ran and ran and ran..
And now I want more help from Mister Fonscolombe.. I don't deserve it.. I shouldn't've come, why would I come for help when it was my fault to begin with? If only we had stayed..

The man will continue ranting in similar fashion for a good while unless stopped.

The Harpy sighs once, then shrugs. She lets him speak some time, patting him every now and then.
(Alicia) That was some months ago, come on, get over it. You're not the one who brought the Sabbat to our haven, so it's okay. You got extra time with them, right ? Every moment as kindred is extra time given to us, to live at its fullest. Have no regrets, Fred, and carry on. Why did you need Fonscolombe ? Here, come with me.

The Harpy eventually walks her kindred mate towards the private rooms so they could take a seat.

The man, now revealed as "Fred", is led along to a private room while still mumbling (albeit lowly) about how it all was, in fact, his fault.
Once they arrive in a private room he sits down at the nearest chair.

Forgive me, I can't get certain events out of my head even if I tried.
Oh! Uhm yes, I wanted to speak with Mister Fonscolombe in hopes of finding something to assist him with. He hired my old family once before and he was good to us when we worked for him. While I failed them, I hope to at least be able to help the last living friend I have.
Maybe even find a new family, even though I don't deser- But what if I fail them too? Was this a good idea? Would Marie and Robert allow it?
Oh dear, maybe I should just return home! Maybe everything will fix itself if I stay there..
Yet I don't want to be left alone there; I want to re-

Fred clears his throat before proceeding.

Sorry, I almost ranted again. I know you don't like hearing it.
But yes, I was hoping to assist Mister Fonscolombe with whatever he might require it so I can at least do some good in this life.

Continues moving his lips as if he's about to say more, but stops himself and instead waits for Alicia to respond to the information presented.

Auspex 2:

Alicia finds a spot on some couch, and makes Fred sit, while she takes his knees as seat, while she crosses her legs on the side. She passes her arms around his shoulder, allowing him to find a comfortable sport on her breasts and shoulder. This way they can both talk to each other, watch their surroundings, and still protect themselves from any masquerade breach that may happen. She speaks close to him, a bit too much, but she also seems in a happy mood, more friendly than what she usually is in Elysium.
(Alicia) It's okay. She speaks nothing about Robert and Marie, nor about his coterie. I've not seen the ghoul tonight, I'm afraid his Domitor has been keeping him busy with some other affairs. But maybe you can help me out with something... I've been betrayed.

She sounded awfully sad, she barely whispered the word betrayed, a true stake to her heart. Or maybe she's that good of an actress. She does push a little more, hoping to convince him to help her out.
(Alicia) You wouldn't disappoint me, and you may avenge your friends... If he was truly sabbat.

Fred looks rather uncomfortable but makes little effort to increase the distance, being practically wrapped up.
He looks a bit saddened when she tells him that Laurent de Fonscolombe is not around, and is probably too busy to find time for him, but quickly looks up at Alicia when she tells him she needs help. As she tells him she has been betrayed he looks a bit shocked.You've been betrayed? Who would do such a thing? Why would they do that?

The Toreador looks away and pushes her head back, letting a sigh out, as she plays her fingers with the man's clothes. She sounds a bit more hurt.
(Alicia) I was fooled by this man.. Frédéric Vonzel, he said was his name. Before leaving me, a few months before the attack.. He said something about the Tremere, and their old not-so-abandoned chantry. He told me he was sabbat, and I thought he loved me. Yet he didn't warn me of the attacks ! He fooled me. And now, I just heard rumors that some kamikaze went into the old Tremere church.. Would you mind going and see what was it about ? That or ask some of the noisy Brujah...

The Toreador lets a little more space to Fred, as she sits now next to him and allows herself to critic.
(Alicia) It's sad we believed you were dead. A lousy work that was done by the ghouls, as far as ashes were concerned. Some others may still be alive, or maybe we have a traitor among us.

Fred shines up when he hears about the possibility of "others" being alive.
Others alive? My old family has not gone with the waves of history? I must fi-- But will they accept me? I don't deserv-- But I still must find them! They can tell me!

Fred stands up, removes his beanie and holds it with both hands near his chest in an attempt to look more humble.
I must find my old family, I will do as you wish if that leads me to them! Please tell me what you wish of me and I shall do it with the best of my abilities.

When he stands up, the Toreador moves back on the couch, impressed and surprised by the reactions she caused in him. She clears her throat and shakes her head, taking back control of herself.
(Alicia) Ask the Tremere. One is certainly in their old chantry, if it was truly bombed, then they're certainly watching none of their secrets are being found out by the police... If you ask them nicely, maybe they'll tell you what they know. I hate to admit it, but they're the ones who managed to get rid of the Sabbat last time. Without them, losses would have been worse.

Eagerly bows as elegantly as he can, which is sufficient but could be better.
Truly I thank you hundreds of time over, I will go at once to this Chantry!
Farewell, and good hunting, Miss!

Fred then puts on his beanie again and hurries out of the club as quickly as possible to make his way to the Old Tremere Chantry.

Carrion winces as she approaches the club,stuffing ear plugs into her ears before she gets anywhere near the front door and makes sure they cannot be seen on her Obfuscate. When she gets closer she takes a moment to look at her Obfuscate in the reflection of a car mirror. Her straightened brown hair is pulled up with a black clamp clip, her face seems to have some mild make up. Opening her clutch handbag she pulls out a stick of black lipstick and applies a small amount.

When she stands up straight again she smooths imaginary wrinkles from her black dress. The dress itself looks to be made of medium weight material. The collar coming up high at the back; just about touching the back of her head. Around her waist there is a leather obi style belt done up tightly. The dress itself comes down to just below her knee, there are no sleeves to it and she is missing her left thumb. As she continues walking her leather knee high, heeled boots make small clicking noises as they click against the ground.

Rubbing her arm with her free left hand she walks inside; making an effort to seem like she's breathing and placing a smile on her face she goes to get her hand stamped and tries to catch a glimpse of the interior before she gets inside.

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Auspex 3:

Carrion's eyes take in as much information as possible to her new environment, it doesn't take her long to notice Mike or the guards at the VIP section. As she drifts through the room and crowds she politely declines the drink offers with a small smile and a shake of her head before moving on.

After walking around the room once to get a good view of the layout she stops and purses her lips for a moment. Cocking her head to the side she shrugs and pulls her phone out of her clutch bag and sends off a text message.

Pierre:

As she waits for a response she makes her way over to the bar. When she finally get's the bartenders attention she asks to see the lost and found property box and as she waits she checks her phone again to see if there is a response.

Pierre responds after a few minutes, probably the time for him to find the asked information.

Carrion:

The bartender refuses to give the lost and found objects without a description of the object first ; if he'd show the box, anyone would take anything claiming it as theirs.
Once the information about the phone given, he says he never had a phone like that since last year.

Soon after, a man out of the VIP room comes and approaches closely enough to be heard above the noise and the music ; he also uses his body language to be understood, after all, the place is a nightclub, and even shouting, sometimes neighbors can't hear each other ; he wishes to be followed, and he's not trying to seduce, so it must be for business.
(Man) You're not here for partying uh ? The owned would like to see you.

Carrion gives her thanks to the Bartender for his time; no point being rude he's only doing his job after all. Just as she was about to start contemplating what to do next a new man approaches; she saw him walk out of the VIP area from the corner of her eye but wasn't sure whom he was looking for until he approached her. She gives the new comer a small polite smile to show she heard him and warily begins to follow him. When she wants to speak to him she moves closer so she is sure he can hear her.

Why does the owner want to see me?

The man shrugs. He heard, but he can't explain in the current situation, or maybe he doesn't know. He guides the Nosferatu past the other men, through a corridor and to a small private room. Behind it is a man in a suit, in his forties, with short black hair and deep black eyes. He's alive, but he acts and shows a presence close to the one of a vampire. All things considered, it's certainly Laurent de Fonscolombe. He stands as she enters and offers a welcoming and polite smile. He's doubtful, he squints his eyes, but while open, he's clearly on his guard.
(Laurent) Miss.. ?

Carrion's eyes narrow for a moment at the shrug of the stranger's shoulders but she covers it quickly as she can to try and seem unperturbed as possible. She continues following him up to the private room. She takes a moment to look around and take in the environment, purposefully looking for threats of all description. Finally her eyes land on Laurent de Fonscolombe and takes in his posture and his eyes seem to capture her attention for a moment.

Mr Fonscolombe I presume? Please call me Carrion.

She swaps her clutch into her left hand griping it with her fingers compensating with a tight grip to make up for her lack of thumb, she extends her right hand for him to shake hands with her. Picking up on the slight tension in the room and tries to placate him with a smile and returning the open posture.

Perception + Subterfuge >5:

The ghoul can't help a smile when she speaks, and stands as she does. He seems to link a few dots together, or at least, he reacts to the name of Carrion, as if he knew the name.
(Laurent) "de" Fonscolombe. Indeed.

He takes the hand without seeming to think about it, but he doesn't apply strength to it ; after all, it is a woman... He sits again, and signs that she can sit as well. This also indicates to the other man that he can leave ; he does so and closes the door behind him.
(Laurent) It is not the first time I have one of your kind in my club, madame Carrion.. And it wasn't to feed.

He makes understand that he knows she's here for something.
(Laurent) What can I help you with ?

A small blush creeps across her cheeks at the obvious blunder she's made with his name. She returns his handshake obviously a little surprised by his gentle manner; It's more than obvious it's been a long time since someone took such pains with social niceties with her.

When she moves to sit she smooths the fabric on the back of her legs as she sits to make sure no creases will get in the fabric later; her clutch has taken up some space on her lap and her hands seem to rest on top of it in a relaxed fashion. Her eyes seem to meet his and a look of slight concern flashes across her expression.

Are you well? You seem to have been squinting when I walked in...

When he moves the conversation towards her kind she doesn't seem too surprised.

A colleague of mine misplaced his phone here last week and I was tasked with retrieving it.

There's a long uncomfortable pause before she continues speaking, as though she is considering her words.

Since you're aware that others have been here, I am curious to know if you noticed anyone last week and with whom if anyone they met or left with?

Perception + Subterfuge >5:

Laurent can't help a chuckle, and shakes slightly his head.
(Laurent) My eyes are fine, thank you. That discipline of yours is truly fascinating... See, I have worked with kindred for some time now, and I have grown used to notice the powers of your kind.

He offers a petty smile and crosses his hands on the desk, an eyebrow raised.
(Laurent) I may be able to help your clan out, under certain terms. But before anything, I would like to see you.

Her expression changes to one of interest when he speaks.

So you are aware the Obfuscate is there but cannot see past it...?

When he speaks again, if she was breathing she would probably have chocked herself with the shock of his request but she manages to keep her face calm for the most part only her eyes seem to widen slightly.

What certainty will I have that you will help me if I do lower the Obfuscate? You have to understand that in public I've worn it for a long time, for me it is like skin or clothing...It would be like me asking you to conduct business with me with no clothes on.

She is extremely weary now and it does show however she is still open to the idea but needs some form of guarantee that it will be worth the risk.